KITT: [a dog is sniffing at Kitt] That is not a fire hydrant, you flea ridden furball, scoot!
KITT: Well, I fail to understand the appeal of those so-called mud baths.
Michael Knight: Kitt, can you give me a visual, or a location?
KITT: I'll most certainly try.
Layla Charon Callan: Mon Dieu!
Michael Knight: It's ok, it's a computer. Very complicated.
Layla Charon Callan: The shack! The poachers shack, I know this place!
Michael Knight: The Lacroix know about this place too?
Layla Charon Callan: Everybody know. My father build it. Then the poachers take it away. Now they use it for their dynamite, their food.
Michael Knight: Then you know a way out of here?
Layla Charon Callan: I'm like your car, Michael, I can make good guess...
Christopher Callan: You remember... it was good between us?
[touches her hair]
Layla Charon Callan: It was never good between us!
[pushes away his arm]
Christopher Callan: [grabs her arm] You're Cajun memories are short! You need to be reminded.
[kisses her on the mouth]